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Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.

Hans Christian Andersen

Almighty God, thee only have I; thou steerest my fate, I must give myself up to thee! Give me a livelihood! Give me a bride! My blood wants love, as my heart does!
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Blood Fate Heart Street
The naive was only a part of my fairy tales; humour was the real salt in them.
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Fairy Tale Real Salt
She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.
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Heart Laugh Thoughts Of Death
Well, it’s not so easy to give an answer when you ask a stupid question!
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Answers Giving Stupid
A human life is a story told by God.
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Condolences Grief Human Life Sympathy
Being born in a duck yard does not matter, if only you are hatched from a swan’s egg.
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Duckling Eggs Swans Ugly
I have shed pewter tears! It is too melancholy! Rather let me go to the wars and lose arms and legs! It would at least be a change.
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Change Legs Tears War
The sun shines upon good and bad alike.
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Bad Good Shining Sun
The wiser a man becomes, the more he will read, and those who are wisest read most.
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Men Wiser Wisest
Each time I think that the song is ended … something higher and better begins for me.
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Higher Song Thinking
There was once a merchant who was so rich that he might have paved the whole street, and a little alley besides, with silver money. But he didn’t do it–he knew better how to use his money than that.
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Littles might Money Street Use
Enjoy life. There’s plenty of time to be dead.
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Enjoy Improvement Life Self
It is out of reality that the most peculiar tale of all is born … Some call me the Elder Granny, others – the Dryad, but my real name is Memory. It is I who sits on a tree that keeps on growing, and growing, it is I who reminisces and tells stories.
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Memories Names Real
Every town, like every man, has its own countenance; they have a common likeness and yet are different; one keeps in his mind all their peculiar touches.
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Different Men Mind Precular
I have gone through the most terrible affair that could possibly happen; only imagine, my shadow has gone mad; I suppose such a poor, shallow brain, could not bear much; he fancies that he has become a real man, and that I am his shadow.
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Mad Men Possibly Real Shadow Support
It was clear to me, as I glanced back over my earlier life, that a loving Providence watched over me, that all was directed for me by a higher power.
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Clear Higher Power Providence